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... me or laughter.
The lanterns that had burned through the night were being extinguished one by one. Gold banners still hung from the arches, but without the glow of celebration, they seemed softer now - ornamental rather than radiant.
Servants moved through the courtyards in quiet efficiency, gathering empty cups, folding silks, sweeping away petals that had once been thrown in joy.
The air felt... settled.
As though the city itself understood something had ended. ...
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